our town of halloween [open]
Nov 4, 2013 22:09:49 GMT -5
Post by Kris “Crystal” Berliz-Silph on Nov 4, 2013 22:09:49 GMT -5
This costume was cool.
Out blared sickening beats of chillstep. The night was beautifully young and smelled of sweets, the giggling of children made her smile as she drove past, her bob haircut flowed behind her and she pressed harder on the gas pedal, her eyes covered in neon colored in goggles, today, on this night; her hair fashioned similar to a Scrafty's mohawk, she dyed her hair a crimson red and put enough grease in it to make it spike upwards. She tightened her grip on the rubber sole of the motorcycle's steer and rumbled past a few kids about to cross the street, causing them to look down the road in awe. Who was that woman?
Kris screeched to a halt, pulling into her driveway and locking the bike and sliding off, checking her watch. It was 6:54. She glanced at the already setting sun and grinning widely. Her pants, a sulfuric yellow in color were horribly loose that the skin of a Scrafty itself, along with the tail that dragged along the ground with a red tip, a matching yellow scarf around her neck and a patterned orange shirt, stuck snugly on her thin body, the shirt was a V-neck, and dipped quite dangerously towards her chest area. Her eyes were outlined in thick mascara to emphasize the rings of black around the fighting type's eyes. The scarf was also a hood, and had holes so if she pulled it over her head, she could see and speak. She had designed the whole outfit herself, and so far, she was pleased with it.
With that, she turned towards the road and began walking towards the downtown area where she could hang and possibly get a few drinks in. She pulled the hoodie over her head, plastic and rubbery so it reflected the light off the setting sun and even the moon once that came out. Hopefully, she'd get some type of praise for her outfit, she thought it turned out well for something she just randomly put together last week. “The bar should have the drinks lowered for Halloween,” she mused, rubbing her palms together.
This'll be a good night.